Biography of Kyrsten Gaddis
Around four years of age I went to preschool. I had many friends then and still keep in touch 9 years later. Everyday I get this feeling. I can't tell you what feeling exactly, but it's like an urge to help the people who aren't very 'popular'. I can't tell you why. I hang out with them and get to know them better. Whether through writing, running, or even just talking we get along. I have always been embarassed about my writing. Reading it aloud to people embarassed me even more. I've been writing since elementary school, yet I still feel it isn't good. I cannot bring myself to read my writing aloud. To this day I still cannot show anyone my writing. But once I start typing I feel courage and strength. I love to write and would love to be an author. I will write until someone advises me otherwise. Until then, please enjoy my writing and the feeling I put into it.
Kyrsten Gaddis's Works:
I hope to someday publish something. But until then, Enjoy.
Kyrsten Gaddis Poems
Friend Or Foe
Why would you say that I thought we were friends It turns from love Into war
Haiku On Haiku's
Don'T Judge Me
Don't judge me because, I am different, Or special. Don't disrespect me because,
Mine has eyes Bluer than the bluest of skies. The reddest rose tips are dull compared to Mine's lips.
One Last Breath
The snow that shines Beneath the pines Has a secret you wouldn't believe It will enchant and delight you, But has a trick up it's sleeve
I can see the Darkness Just the slightest little speck He awaits my arrival Waits for me to come.
If You Love Me
If you love me, Do not tell me so. Show me In the only way you know.
Every day, We learn, And we yearn For our lives to get better.
We lay alone under the stars As we watch the speeding cars On and on throughout the night
Don't worry About mistakes Don't be ready To die
All I Need
No need for, Protection, Sorrow, Sympathy,
It seems forever ago, and you don't remember how, even if thats so, I won't tell you now.
Snake, Help me through the times, When I don't know
He Comes Variations
(These are my words from a previous poem, but, thanks to James Bowling They were fashioned into a better version of the original. Enjoy.) He comes for me In the shadow of day